There Is A Reason I Loved Him

Chapter 1

Hellow My Lovelies! First off, this chapter is really short (obviously), and I know that sets an odd standard, as it is the first chapter; However, I guarantee most of my chapters will be much longer than this. I just felt that I had to end the chapter here. Anyway, if you fancy friending me, voting for the story, or commenting, I will adore you forever!

Question Time: Do you enjoy wearing heels, or do you find them utterly impractical? I confess, I personally adore pristine pumps and sexified stilletos... sue me :0

Xx Mary Kate

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I stare at the assignment Nich has given me; it is all I have done for the past 2 hours while the stylists bustle around me. -- Owen Malinke, 18 years old. Troubled... -- The words weren’t what scared me. It was the picture printed right below them. It was him, I knew it was him. Is this some sort of sick joke? Is Nich going to come over here and hug me while saying ‘just kidding Eff?’ I know he isn’t, but there is something in me that won’t stop hoping for that.

Owen murdered me once before, who is to say that he won’t do it again? This is the first time in 130 years that I have actually been scared to go to the earthly realm. I wish I could refuse to go, but what would that accomplish? Embarrassment for both Nich and myself. No, I couldn’t do that-- I wouldn’t do that-- I’m not a coward.

I finally look at myself in the mirror; I look like I’m alive again. Well, I always look ‘alive’ but now I look like I did before I died. I am almost disappointed, I was really beginning to enjoy my blonde hair and blue eyes. My nails are long and bright red; contrasting nicely with my tan skin. I was made up to look more fierce than usual so somebody like Owen, who is about to join a gang, would want to associate with me.

I force myself to push all the negative thoughts out of my head. It is much harder than it seems, but I finally manage. So what do I need to do to accomplish this? Go to the high school, act like a 17 year old, befriend Owen, possibly date him, convince him to get his life on track...and then just leave? I don’t feel like that would work too well. Maybe I will find a different girl to date him so he will not even notice when I leave; that could work out nicely.

“Are you nervous?” A friendly voice brings be back to the real world (or as real as my world gets I suppose)

“Is it that obvious?” I look up to Nich with a tight smile on my face.

“Yes beautiful, it is. But, don’t worry -- I have your back, he can’t touch you.” He assures me, and I believe him. You see, Nich and I have an odd relationship. He is my best friend, big brother, mother and father, and trustworthy companion; there might even be some chemistry there. Of course,we never really act on those specific feelings, but they are definitely there. The angels gossip about it all the time. It sort of sucks -- if I think about it -- after 130 years we were finally starting to get somewhere, and now I need to go back down to the earthly realm and spend time with my Ex-fiance. At least I’m confident that this won’t kill me.

I laugh a bit at my ironic (and pitiful) sense of humor.

“What’s so funny?” Nich questions me, confusion spreading across his features.

“Just the irony of this whole situation, I suppose. It is a bit crazy to wrap my head around.” I tell him, shrugging my shoulders a bit.

“I asked... no, begged them not to assign this to you, but they said it was the only way. They said it was chosen years ago and I couldn’t stop it even if I tried to.” He tells me, a serious and concerned expression overtaking him. Usually Nich is Mr. Chill, and go with the flow, seeing him actually concerned, and perhaps worried, about something really worries me.   

“Seriously, why so serious? It’s not like I won’t be back here.” I tell him, even though we all know there is a possibility that I will never come back after this assignment.

“But you won’t be.” He tells me sadly, I’m surprised that he has found out part of the future. Usually the guardians protect that information with everything they have got. I wonder what Nich said to convince them to tell him. I suppose it doesn’t matter.

“I want to be.” I tell him, nearly giving up hope on any other options. I don’t know what exactly is in my future, but if it doesn’t involve coming back up here; I’m not sure that I want to find out.